Sister One Novels & Stories

The next day, they awoken to watch the local news and papers only to discover that on the headline, was their family name. "From a very reliable source, we have come to learn that Jason junior Samuel Macaulay, age twenty one has impregnated his very own sister, Annabelle Naomi Macaulay, age nineteen. What is the world turning into since a brother now have sex with his very own sister? What an abomination. Citizens are left to wonder what their parents were doing that such atrocity happens in their home but they had no idea.

Ariston said after a moment. She closed her eyes briefly. I could go into details, but I’m sure you can guess. It wasn’t pretty, Ariston .’ ‘I know that.’ He was silent for a moment, his fingers still entwined with hers. But there’s something more, isn’t there? Something you’re not telling me? " ‘Yes.’ She took a deep breath. When I was eleven, my mother had a baby. My half sister. There was no father ever in the picture.’ Another breath to keep herself going. ‘Her name was Annelise.’

She smirks looking half deranged; don’t get me wrong she is beautiful but her aura is nothing but sinister. “Oh, my, my manners, I am Orsted her sister” she says nodding towards the other female. I roll my eyes having had enough of their theatrics. “I honestly don’t care who you are I want to go back to my mate” I snap, the white haired Goddess smiles at me while her sister seems to be enjoying her tormenting me. “I need to go back now!” I shout, they both turn back to me. A slow lazy smirk appears on the dark haired female's face.

I said. She smiled cheerfully. “You’re welcome. And I have your back anytime any day. Because you’re my sister,” she said and she turned her head so she could see me better. I smiled to cover up the tears that were forming in my eyes. She referred to me as her sister. I never had one growing up. The closest I had to a sister was Julia. And I had Kathrine as well. “I just have one question though,” she said. “Yeah? What would that be?”

“Ooh no, she still is so single ……..not exactly but don’t worry I will tell you immediately when P gets a boyfriend “I listen as my best friend, Kennedy talks “Who are you talking to? “I ask after hearing my name “My sister. “She says continuing to talk. “But you know siz I already have got a date for her” “Which sister “I interrupt her once again. “The one who gave birth to you daah!” she says continuing with her talk. I being the stubborn me decide to chime in.

“Please don’t blame us! We truly didn’t know.” Claude slightly lifted his chin. “Then tell me. Who gave you the courage?” As if grasping at a lifeline, they all turned their gazes toward Leon and Rose. Leon supported Rose as they stood up. He looked at me, resentment filling his eyes. Compared to Leon’s helpless expression, Rose had already calmed down. She carefully swept her hair back, deliberately revealing her slender neck. The moment our eyes met, Rose no longer showed any trace of fear. She walked openly toward Claude. In a soft, delicate voice, she said, “Alpha Claude, you may not know this, but Claire and I are actually sisters.

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.

In one motion, he snatched my sister up and slung her over his shoulder, as if she weighed nothing. “N-no! Where are you taking my sister?” I scrambled, arms wrapping tight around his leg, desperate to stop him from taking a step. However, his other boot swung out, connecting hard with my ribs, and suddenly I was on the ground again, choking on air, pain spreading sharp and hot across my chest. “Rosentine!” my sister shouted, voice cracked as she fought against the bad guy, twisting and reaching, but there was nothing I could do except curl in on myself, my hand stretching out helplessly after she was taken away.